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Dearest  Pages,     It’s not always a sunny day, it’s mostly rainy. I barely ever know what it’s like to run along and be like most of the world,  that walks across from me. But there are far more normal things than a day being May.   I try to not curse my existence by baneful thoughts, for I know something greater than my parents love once for each other made me. I know how brilliant can a little light do?    When I was little as most of the world at that moment, why, I think of what child I was. I never felt that normal level of lost, mine were universal.Do you even know what it’s like to feel more than you ever need to?  Sometimes I want to just say“ Self thanks for that order but today I am gonna be simple with my feelings.”Never works, I feel and feel till I FLUCKing  scream.Like, enough.
Profanity I know, I am not perfect. Sorry. What would my perfect graved grande parents say. That one word made me sigh of relief. So yah,  I am as rainy as May in December.    Go on run from your feelings,
who am I to judge? What I would say is remember that running from yourself is a dead end kind of task.         Letters from the lost book,

             May Perfect

Diamonds: Joe Rodwell